At that moment, I make my decision. I’m going to keep her. I’m going to keep this woman. Fuck her matching me up. That spark flared last night. After spending a night across from her, watching her get frustrated with me when I wouldn’t play her game, I watched her guard fall—tiny bits at a time. As I watched her interact with my friends, watching her slowly relax, that spark spread, catching first on the tinder and burning to a warm blaze. I just need her to realize that she’s burning up, too.
